[Comprehensive] V big show master

"Beryl, can I borrow Tom from you? Don't worry, it only takes half an hour." Dumbledore suddenly looked at Luo Bai who was sitting on the bed and said with a smile.

Luo Bai shrugged casually, glanced at Tom with a probing expression, and then said to Dumbledore: "Of course, Professor Dumbledore, you can do whatever you want."

"Thank you so much." Dumbledore nodded slightly, his blue eyes glanced at the box in Luo Bai's hand with interest, and looked very interested: "By the way," he waved his hand to Luo Bai White pointed in the direction of the box in his hand and said: "The thing in Beryl's hand is good. I can feel the powerful energy from it early in the morning. It seems that Tom has found another good thing."

Luo Bai held the box carefully, and remembered the little black bird egg, and Tom's words—"Maybe you can try the taste of the bird egg" and said to Dumbledore with a stiff expression: " Yes Professor, I think I'll keep it safe."

"I guess it should be, 'he'." Dumbledore blinked at Luo Bai, and even under the cover of his beard, he could see his smile, and then he opened the door and walked away without even giving Luo Bai a chance to react out.

Luo Bai felt a little baffled and asked Tom, "When can Professor Dumbledore determine the sex of a bird's egg—'him'? How did he know?"

"Probably because he has been with that dumb bird for too long. I heard that Dumbledore picked up a little phoenix from somewhere. To be honest, I would rather believe that he smuggled it from somewhere. "Tom raised one eyebrow, and his expression became weird: "Berrell, don't listen to his nonsense, at least so far I haven't seen anyone who can tell the sex of a bird based on the egg, of course, if it becomes If it becomes your breakfast tomorrow, we don't need to know."

"Merlin, how could you treat that cute little bird like this?" Dumbledore's cheerful voice suddenly came: "Also, Tom, talking about your professor behind your back is not a good behavior."

"So what?" Tom put his slender fingers on the doorknob, and he frowned and shouted in Dumbledore's direction, "Should I be fined for confinement or Slytherin points? Mr. Dumbledore, I I think you forgot one thing, I am now an assistant teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and I am no longer your student."

"Oh!" Dumbledore's exaggerated shout came over: "Dear Tom, you must know that no matter how long you have graduated, you will still be my student in my heart."

"Need I remind you, eavesdropping is not a gentleman's behavior. I don't think Gryffindor didn't even teach this kind of etiquette? Dumbledore, professor." Tom's voice was calm and magnetic, but What he said was not gentle at all.

"Of course I didn't eavesdrop. In fact, your voice was a little louder just now Tom." Dumbledore was not angry at Tom's offensive tone, and his tone was still so cheerful: "And Gryffindor's etiquette has always been The professor is very good, but the Gryffindor children are a little too lively."

Tom laughed mockingly, nodded to Luo Bai, and then stepped out of the door with long legs, and the arguing voices between him and Dumbledore gradually disappeared from the outside.

Luo Bai, who couldn't hear their quarrel, rolled his eyes silently, then paused for a while, opened the box again, and took out the black bird eggs inside. He still couldn't imagine that such a small strange egg would hatch When the so-called divine bird came out, Luo Bai gently pinched the egg with two fingers, and observed it carefully under the light. From this angle, it looked like a finely crafted handicraft, and it was hard to believe that it still existed inside. With a small life.

Luo Bai could feel the cold and smooth touch on the egg, and he said to himself: "It can't really be a male bird, can it? Such a small egg, what will the hatched bird look like?"

After researching for a long time but failed to see why, Luo Bai put the bird's eggs back into the box and carefully placed them beside his pillow, patted the soft quilt lightly, and began to think about another problem.

"Such a small egg, shouldn't it be hatched by a bird?"

In the dark space of the small box that no one noticed, the black egg suddenly shook twice, and then calmed down again without any movement.

Dumbledore and Tom went to Dumbledore's office, and Tom also met Dumbledore's new pet, the hair-shedding little phoenix, which is still in the early stages of nirvana. It's like a little chick that has been naked all the time, lying weakly in its nest.

"Fawkes," Dumbledore introduced with a smile, and it's not hard to hear some small pride in his tone: "Isn't she beautiful?"

There was some disdain in Tom's red eyes, he glanced at the naked bald phoenix again, then at Dumbledore who looked satisfied, and then reached out his hand to touch Fox, but he didn't expect that the phoenix looked Weak and helpless, the dying little phoenix suddenly opened its eyes and let out a cry, the voice was shrill and rapid, and a small fireball burst out from its mouth, and it went out before it even got out of its mouth. A wisp of blue smoke was left behind, and Tom's hand stopped in mid-air.

"Ah oh," Dumbledore's smile didn't change, but increased a little bit, then he stretched out his hand to comfort Fox, who was a little emotional, and said in a tone that contained no apology but gloating: " It seems that Fox doesn't like you very much, I'm sorry, but in fact, she usually has a mild temper."

Tom withdrew his hand, without any embarrassment on his face, but said thoughtfully: "I understand, it is indeed a bird raised by Gryffindor. In terms of temper, it definitely inherits the fine traditions of Gryffindor."

I don't know whether it was because he understood Tom's words or because he was sensitive to powerful abilities. Fox became even more excited. He struggled with his wings twice in Tom's direction and let out an angry cry. Later, when he realized that he really couldn't fly He had no choice but to give up, and Dumbledore was about to reach out to comfort it, but was pecked on by the angry Fox.

Dumbledore withdrew his hand in embarrassment when he felt the mocking look in Tom's eyes, and then changed the subject casually: "It seems that she is not in a very good mood today. By the way, Tom, please sit down, you need Tea? Hot chocolate? Or a butterbeer?"

"No need, Dumbledore," Tom sat on the sofa unceremoniously, and then clasped his slender fingers on the soft armrest and said, "I didn't come here for tea."

"Of course, of course," Dumbledore waved his hand, and the drinks he had just conjured disappeared without a trace, and then his face became a little serious, and finally said the topic of their conversation today,

"We have made new discoveries about the Beryl attack."